Man, I see in Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.

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Monday, May 07, 2007

A lovely friend comes over and cooks you a delicious meal and after everyone is full you are sitting outside on the lawn when a neighbor walks past who invites you over for a drink so your family walks down the street and sits and talks about travel and children and the world over glasses of red as the sun goes down, kids dirty and happy; strawberry juices streaking down naked bellies....

I just read the "Barney" post, and wanted to comment here, but this one is sooo light, and that was so sad, I don't want to sully the light. So yes, summer, welcome back. And thanks, Jen, for sharing the good, bad, and ugly sides of dealing with homelessness.

It is the best. I revel in my nights lounging about outside, kicking back with a few friends over wine and whatnots. Just like all things natural, my spirit comes alive with spring. This post brought a huge smile on my face, just thinking about you chilling!

About Me

The story of a free-spirited woman who after much living had a baby and until recently was in charge of a non profit that helped to get people off the streets.
But I've left it all behind to move to the jungle and figure out a way to live more sustainably while seeing more of the world.
It took us five years and we still aren't quite sure what we are doing but we are doing it anyways.